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interplanetary craft
i don't like anyone. and that makes it rude when i fuck around. everything is foolishness and whenever i see someone on the subway with a remote resemblance i panic and want to slink down under the seat in front of me. i'm going the way of karen carpenter and no one likes me and i don't like me very much today and i feel trapped and i've been trying to run away all week. my best city-friend is going going gone and i'm afraid i'll have to settle in his dust or just disappear in any wind that blows in my direction.
and i might like you, but i also might think you're really weird and have bad breath. i've had addictions to this brand of pleasure and bad breath before, but i don't think your endearing qualities (possibly none) could ever outweigh how afraid of you i am. and how worried about my own heart and head-health i become when i'm around you for more than 45 seconds. thats why i look nervous, thats why my eyes dart around like i'm scanning for danger. EVERYTHING IS DANGER IN THAT APARTMENT. i'm a huge pussy and thats why i stopped saying no.
1:03 am - May 27, 2010
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